Innerspace lyrics

Artist - Bruce Dickinson

Album - Various Songs

Lyrics - Innerspace

Gosh, it's such a hoot to see them quaking

When I'm king they'll treat me with respect

And I can't wait to see their poor hearts breaking

So much for politically correct

Up 'til now I've pulled my punches

I intend to eat their lunches

No more Mr. Nice Guy, not for me

If you think that I'm hard-hearted

Well, let me by, I just got started

No more Mr. Nice Guy, no siree (no siree)

Vengeance is what I believe in

I don't get mad, I get even

As for the world, well that's tragic

I'm going back to that old black magic

Good behaviour is so much duller

Time to show my one true colour

Baby, Mr. Nice Guy's history

(I'm going back to that old black magic)

Up to no good, I love plottin' (he loves plottin')

Yeah, I'm so good when I'm rotten

No more Mr. Nice Guy, wait and see (wait and see)

I'll become that nasty, naughty, petty, spiteful

Wicked, wayward, way delightful

Bad guy I was born to be (you so bad, so bad)

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